1.
Wherever I am, and whatever I do,
My Phyllis is still in my mind;
When angry, I mean not to Phyllis to go.
My feet, of themselves, the way find;
Unknown to myself I am just at her door.
And, when I would rail, I can bring out no more,
Than, Phyllis too fair and unkind!
2.
When Phyllis I see, my heart bounds in my breast.
And the love I would stifle is shown;
But asleep, or awake, I am never at rest,
When from my eyes Phyllis is gone.
Sometimes a sad dream does delude my sad mind;
But, alas! when I wake, and no Phyllis I find.
How I sigh to myself all alone!
3.
Should a king be my rival in her I adore.
He should offer his treasure in vain:
O, let me alone to be happy and poor,
And give me my Phyllis again!
Let Phyllis be mine, and but ever be kind,
I could to a desert with her be confined.
And envy no monarch his reign.
4.
Alas! I discover too much of my love,
And she too well knows her own power!
She makes me each day a new martyrdom prove,
And makes me grow jealous each hour:
But let her each minute torment my poor mind,
I had rather love Phyllis, both false and unkind,
Than ever be freed from her power.